Older than I used to be

I’m really struggling this week. I normally moan about disruptions (as you may have noticed) but I’m able to work through them and get on with life as best I can. Not this week though. This week seems to be overwhelming me a bit. Might be the aforementioned aftermath of my birthday - the celebrations are over and I have nothing to distract me from the horrors of Winter. Might be the trauma of watching my beloved garage being ripped in half and rebuilt to satisfy the greed of my capitalist scum-faced overlords. Actually, thinking about it, it probably isn’t that. For ‘beloved garage’ read ‘under-heated claustrophobic shit tip’ and for ‘trauma’ read ‘disinterested distraction.’
I hate to admit this, but I think I’m over-tired. We took it pretty easy compared to previous birthday weekends, but it was still a bit full-on at times and involved overindulgence of both the liquid and solid varieties, and also featured less sleep than one would logically need in ones thirties. Add to that the fact that I sat up til gone 3am on Monday morning watching lots of American athletes running into each other, and it’s no real surprise I’m off my game a bit. 
Don’t tell anyone I admitted it, but I don’t think I can handle it any more! Those student days of all-night parties three times a week without ever missing a lecture and without being late with an assignment are a long time into my past now. Two consecutive Sundays of only two hours sleep, with a Friday birthday lodged in between them, have flattened me. I would take a day off work to recover but there’s so much going on there at the moment that I’d just get two or three phone calls at home and then have a desk full of shit to sort through on my return. Assuming, that is, my desk hadn’t been moved, removed or annihilated in my absence. 
No, I feel I shall have to go on suffering in silence, and fight through it with my usual fortitude and professionalism……..

RC 25-1-17